A true tale of Inspiration
 

Went to a club at 27 (its been a while).

All these cute girls were dancing by me and grabbing my ass almost every time they walked by.

My extremely regretful introverted self made no attempt to acknowledge anything that was going on around me (cant hide from blushing).

They would sit right next to me and I'd act like "hey I'm watching the static on the tv where the game is supposed to be, durr".

One girl asked me if i was a celebrity, and my reply was "nope, just look like one".

The more i ignored them the more the girls came around and started going more crazy, getting all grabby and stuff, I've never felt so meat like.

So to end the story with no cliffhanger whatsoever.

I went home by myself half drunk and alone.

TADA!

Hope this helped everyone else feel at least 1% less pathetic than I do.

Cool story bro

So your gay?

Actually I stayed at home drinking bourbon and watched NatGeo.

That would make more sense.

It gets harder as you get older for some reason - When I was young (Thatcher was Prime Minister) if a guy smiled at me I smiled back and that was it, deal done...

Now they virtually have to spell it out before I get the confidence to do something about it.....

Thatcher, now she was a woman with spunk.